The sky is clear and cloudy, this is Ruili.

It's not that fashion magazine, it's Ruili in Yunnan Province, a trading port on the border with Myanmar.

Ruili has a long history, there is a kingdom established here in BC, it is adjacent to Myanmar on three sides, the terrain is mainly mountainous, the city is one of the world's most important jade trading and distribution centers, due to the high-end goods more, many people who love emerald will make a special trip here to buy, and even have the reputation of "jade out of Yunnan, jade from Ruili".

Because she is a senior industry insider, it is not uncommon for Qi Fei to meet one or two acquaintances here, so she and Wang Zhuo tacitly understood that there was no ambiguous behavior when they were outside.

Along the way, the stunning scenery of Yunnan made the two linger, but the end of the trip has arrived, and it is important to put the play aside first, or to do business first.

There are too many jade trading markets in Ruili, and there are new ones opening almost every year, if it weren't for Qi Fei's familiarity, Wang Zhuo would probably have to spend a lot of time exploring the way.

The two of them first went to the New Oriental Jewelry City for a walk, and the overall feeling was one word, expensive! An ordinary bracelet heart restructured safety buckle is 10,000 or even tens of thousands, a little water, the greenery is better, dare to ask for 50,000 yuan, not necessarily cheaper than Jiangzhou.

I went out and turned around the Huafeng Jewelry City next to it, the price was a little outrageous, and the shopkeepers all bit their mouths and did not let go, a posture that it doesn't matter if they don't buy, and the price reduction is not good.

This is enough to see the upward momentum of the jade market, and I think it is also, the goods are not sold but make more money, and the shopkeeper does not care whether the transaction is made in this market.

Although they returned empty-handed, Wang Zhuo and Qi Fei didn't care, because they came mainly for wool materials, and visiting the finished product market was just to get a close understanding of the market.

After resting for one night, the two got up early the next day and went straight to the country.

This night, Qi Fei said that he would not help Wang Zhuo land anymore, on the one hand, because of shame, and more importantly, Wang Zhuo's landing point was too difficult to master.

Wang Zhuo, who couldn't help it, had no choice but to give up, thinking about waiting for her injury to heal.

Even so, Wang Zhuo also made a big effort to toss the ups and downs of the beautiful sister, and the details are not enough for outsiders.

Passing through the majestic Ruili port, a gate tower full of ethnic customs, the two set foot on Burmese territory, and with the flow of people to a bazaar, Wang Zhuo finally met his old friend, stacks of stones.

The two of them first looked around, and then they were still the same, and they acted separately first, Qi Fei went to see the half-gambling material, and Wang Zhuo went to see the full gamble.

After a while, Wang Zhuo was optimistic about a small piece of wool the size of a fist, under a thin layer of yellow sand skin, full of ice boxwood green, with the current jade market, this piece of material can be sold for three or four million if you peel off the weathered skin outside and throw it on the market.

And the boss's asking price is only 50,000 yuan, because the appearance of this material looks no different from ordinary stones, the performance is poor, and it is only more than a kilogram, and this asking price is already killing people.

When he was warm in bed last night, Qi Fei talked about some customs here, there are many rules for doing business in old Myanmar, one of which is that if old Myanmar agrees after paying back, he can't go back. So Wang Zhuo thought about it for a while and paid back 30,000.

Of course, the price is RMB, and Wang Zhuo doesn't even know what currency the Burmese use now.

The stall owner was a small man in his forties, with dark and rough skin, like tree bark, and he grinned and waved his hand, meaning that Wang Zhuo's price was a little low.

There are three or four million to support, Wang Zhuo didn't care about the difference of one or two thousand, so he casually returned another forty thousand, Lao Mian thought that he was not too sincere and wanted to buy, so he hesitated for a moment and agreed.

Got four bundles of 100 yuan bills, Lao Myanmar called a friend, the two stood in the shade of the tree and dipped in the foam and counted, Wang Zhuo cried and laughed and waited on the side, that is, the card can not be swiped here, and Lao Myanmar did not prepare a money detector, so he could only wait stupidly on the side.

After counting the money, Lao Myanmar nodded with satisfaction, smiled and took out a finger-sized glutinous blue water little Buddha and gave it to Wang Zhuo, such a little Buddha can also be sold for a price of 1,800 yuan in Ruili, but the carving is much better than Lao Myanmar's, and it is also a part of Lao Myanmar's heart.

Come and don't be rude, but unfortunately Wang Zhuo really doesn't have any gifts to get his hands on, he turned his brain, picked up a piece of flat wool ten centimeters square in Lao Myanmar's stall, and told Lao Myanmar that you should try this by yourself.

After finishing speaking, Wang Zhuo left, the wool can rise three or five times after cutting, and there is no problem with appreciating tens of thousands of yuan, he gave Lao Burma such a small fortune, which can be regarded as a return gift to the little Buddha, as for Lao Burma or not, it has nothing to do with him.

Stop as you go, Wang Zhuo only picks wool that can be brought back with the car, and the appreciation is huge, the size of a football, and the wool that can earn 350,000 yuan by cutting it is not within his scope of consideration.

The last time he gambled on the stone was in the summer, it was already early winter, and his ability had made great progress in the past few months, and now he glanced at the wool casually, it was almost equivalent to peeling off the outer layer of weathered skin, and there would be no color cast or sesame black, unless it was something very large, or the material with high requirements for color and luster, it was necessary to carefully turn it and look at it, otherwise as long as you glanced at it, you can estimate an approximate price.

Looking at the past along the way, there are indeed materials that have risen sharply, but there are really not many, but when Wang Zhuo has walked through here, others want to cut out a big rise, and it is an impossible task to complete.

Gradually, some of the materials in his hand could not be obtained, so Wang Zhuo spent 200 yuan to buy a small two-wheeled trailer from a stall owner, with a wooden box containing only wool, just to put his stones.

Dragging a small broken car around the market, he can be regarded as a unique scenery in this market today.

This market is a compound of more than 1,000 square meters, and when Wang Zhuo's "sweep" ended, it was already noon, and he found Qi Fei, who was lingering in front of a store, to see what she was studying.

"Wang Zhuo, I'm optimistic about this piece of material!" Qi Fei was a little excited to show him a piece of clear material.

It was a piece of bamboo shoot-shaped material, and after peeling off the weathered skin, the milky white lining was exposed, and the green was only a small layer on the surface, and there were some yellow, blue and other variegated colors, which looked quite helpless.

If this kind of material is out of the green, you don't want to think about it, but if you meet a powerful designer to do it, maybe it will turn decay into magic.

Pulling Wang Zhuo aside, Qi Fei whispered, "What do you think it's good to carve with it?" ”

Wang Zhuo really wants to say that if you peel off the colored part, you can just carve a bamboo shoot milk, which is white and warped, exactly the same as yours! But it's okay to whisper this when you go back to the hotel at night, and now you will be blinded if you say it.

He replied in a proper manner: "I can't say this well, otherwise I would have been a designer." ”

Qi Fei snorted and said, "How about using it to carve a pagoda around the Seven Dragons?" ”

Wang Zhuo's eyes suddenly lit up: "Gao Jian! So what are you waiting for? ”

"The asking price is only 300,000, I'll talk about it again!" Qi Fei rushed back.

After some bargaining, he finally won it for 220,000 yuan, wrapped it with tape and cardboard board, and put it on Wang Zhuo's creaking little broken car.

Seeing the pile of stones and eggs in the small broken car, Qi Fei smiled and asked, "Have you gained a lot, how much did it cost?" ”

"It's not much, it's just over a million." Wang Zhuo smiled, and said in his heart that if you turn around, you will be impressed, if this pile of things is cut out, 30 million will not be able to stop it!

If you want to say that it is still good in Myanmar, at least the material you see is locally produced, and there are more bullishness, but it is not like in my hometown or Jiangzhou, where I don't know how many times I have been gambled on and how many hands I have passed.

"I trust your eyesight." Qi Fei stroked the hanging hair, now Wang Zhuo even if he gambled a bomb, she didn't feel surprised, after such a long time of contact, she was already completely convinced of Wang Zhuo's eyesight, unconditionally.

"I'm hungry, let's go, I'll take you to eat Burmese specialties!"

As soon as the two walked out of the distance, an old man called and ran over, with an excited face, it was the stall owner who had just given Wang Zhuo's little Buddha, he was holding a piece of wool in his hand, wasn't it the piece that Wang Zhuo recommended to him?

Lao Myanmar's Chinese pronunciation is very poor, but after dealing with Chinese for a long time, basic communication is still no problem, and there is Qi Fei, the jade tong, can also translate one or two.

It turned out that this old man was idle, and seeing that there were not many customers today, he took the piece of wool recommended to him by Wang Zhuo, and went to the place where the cutting tool was provided in the market and cut it casually.

Don't look at these old Burmese people who just set up stalls to sell wool, they are actually very wealthy among ordinary Burmese, and cutting wool is really nothing to him.

Wang Zhuo's perspective is not given for nothing, all of this has really risen, as soon as Lao Mian was happy, he came to Wang Zhuo and wanted to invite him to have a meal together, even if he didn't make friends, it was good to make a customer.

Although the suit worn by this old Burmese uncle is a bit nondescript, and the image is similar to that of the mud legs of farming in the countryside, Wang Zhuo is a friend and friend, and Qi Fei is also a generous person, so the three of them teamed up and found a special hotel together.

After sitting down and ordering, Lao Myanmar took out a small box from his jacket pocket and unfolded it on the table, only to see that he first picked up an unknown leaf in it, brushed some white mixed liquid on it, then put a few black particles, and sprinkled some powder with a strange smell on it.

Then, he rolled two rolls of leaves, folded them and wrapped them, grinned with a big mouth without front teeth, and handed this little brown thing to Wang Zhuo while nodding!

(To be continued)